French Kiss

I first saw French Kiss in Windhoek with a Namibian woman friend. I loved it. There was the Canadian connection and I was far from home for a long time. I was also ending a relationship with a Canadian man and heading into something romantic with a Norwegian who was just as sexy as Luc, the Frenchman. And besides, I have always been a sucker for romantic comedies. I watched it again last night with Kenya curled up beside me on the couch ... and I still loved it, even though I know that happy endings and love forever and ever belong in a world of fairy tales ... a world I should have outgrown long ago.